


remember this time

by diors



Category: Monsta X (Band)
Genre: Ambiguous Relationships, Gen, M/M, No Plot/Plotless
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2017-05-14
Updated: 2017-05-14
Packaged: 2018-10-31 20:16:47
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,411
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10906704
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/diors/pseuds/diors
Summary: He knows that he’s taken to calling them family, his family, because that’s what they are. He knows that no matter what they endure, as long as they have each other, they’ll be alright.





	remember this time

**Author's Note:**

> WOW DO I LOVE THESE SEVEN BOYS AND ALL THE LOVE AND ADORATION THEY HAVE FOR EACH OTHER OR WHAT!!!
> 
> written because it's (still!) their two year anniversary in my time zone and inspired by those relay letters in their latest vlive :( i love these boys

He gets woken up by a car door shutting and someone shaking his arm. Realizing he must have fallen asleep on the way home, Hyungwon blearily blinks his eyes open, finding himself face to face with Kihyun.

“Hey,” Kihyun says, voice soft, smile tired, hair mussed. He must have slept too. “We’re here.”

When Hyungwon gets out of the car and stretches his arms over his head, he catches a glimpse of Hoseok’s retreating back, his hunched shoulders. He knows what this is about. Hyungwon’s heart sinks when he recalls Hoseok’s silence on the car ride home, his head against the window, eyes closed but not sleeping. Thinking. 

Beating himself up.

Usually, they’re happy when promotions end; sad, naturally, but happy. Happy to relax for a moment before their busy schedule picks up again, happy to be free from recording every day. This time, the end of promotions brought more than that. They’d gotten so close, too close, to getting their first win and everyone felt the frustration, everyone had bitterness lodged up their throats, raw and ugly. And Hoseok－

Hoseok blamed himself, for whatever reason, and that made Hyungwon want to rip his hair out. Hoseok had  _ nothing _ to blame himself for, is the thing. Hoseok simply was the type of person to do that and while Hyungwon admired that about him; taking the blame for the rest of them, staying strong despite of it all, still  _ going _ －he simultaneously hated it.

But what he didn’t admit to himself, and what he knew was true; he was afraid. Afraid of Hoseok spending more time at the gym again, now that promotions ended, afraid of him leaving early in the mornings to work-out, of skipping meals, of holing himself up in his studio, of the tired, downright  _ haunted _ look in his eyes to come back, of waking up in the middle of the night to hear soft hiccups and not-so-quietly sobbing coming from the lower bunk bed.

Hoseok was a lot of things; talented, brilliant, beautiful, good at taking care of them－evident in the way he comforted Changkyun whenever the younger had homesickness－the sweetest person on earth with his shy smile and bright eyes. Admirable, in Hyungwon’s eyes. He just wished Hoseok would also see so.

Sighing to himself, he follows the others.

  
  


It happens when they’re inside their dorm, Minhyuk already claiming the shower and Jooheon protesting, Hyungwon in the middle of slipping his shoes off when Changkyun speaks up. 

“I’m going to write better songs.”

Minhyuk and Jooheon stop in their bickering. Kihyun and Hyunwoo, on their way to the living room, look back at him. Hoseok stops, his back still to them, his hand on the doorway to his bedroom.

Changkyun stands in the middle of the hallway, not looking at anyone in particular. “I’m going to write better songs,” he repeats again, voice strong. Not an ounce of uncertainty in it, so different from the shy boy they’d met three years ago.

Changkyun, apparently having realized something, breathes out. “We are going to write better songs.” This time, he looks at Jooheon and Hoseok. Jooheon smiles. Hoseok’s shoulders relax. 

_ We.  _ The meaning of that little word is clear to anyone in the room. And that’s something Changkyun has always fought with－he’s always worked better alone, it’s what he said so himself, it’s always been hard for him letting people in. And this switch from his usual  _ I _ －no one needs to point it out because they all know what it means.

It means,  _ We work better as a team and always will. _

It means,  _ I trust you. _

“We are going to write better songs and before our third anniversary rolls around we will have our first win.”

Minhyuk is the first to break the silence, laughing brightly and agreeing. Kihyun shakes his head, a smile playing on his face, and he beckons Changkyun closer. The younger boy does and Kihyun loops their arms together, dropping a soft kiss to the side of Changkyun’s head and whispering something in his ear and Changkyun immediately relaxes.

Hyunwoo drops a comforting hand on Changkyun’s back and Changkyun looks up, smile half-embarrassed, half-pleased. And just like that, everything goes back to normal. (But then again, it’s not like something drastically monumental has just happened. Changkyun didn’t drop a bomb on them; he’s simply told the truth.)

Jooheon and Minhyuk go back to their bickering, Kihyun pulls Changkyun and Hyunwoo into the kitchen, and Hyungwon’s gaze travels to Hoseok.

Hoseok, who is facing them now, arms crossed over his chest, but the tension in his shoulders is gone, the sadness in his eyes from earlier replaced by something else－something warm.

(Quietly, unspoken, it means  _ I love you. _ )

 

*

 

“What are you still doing here?”

Hoseok stands in the doorway to the practice room, not really expecting an answer when he notices the earbuds Hyunwoo’s wearing.

But Hyunwoo has always been good at surprising him.

“Could ask you the same thing,” he says, slipping the earbuds out and pocketing them, along with his phone. Hyunwoo’s a broad guy by stature but right now; sitting on the floor, leaning against the bench, with his knees tucked up to his chest－it makes him look small and vulnerable and Hoseok’s chest tightens.

As soon as the words left Hyunwoo’s mouth, Hoseok has already joined him on the floor, mirroring his position. “Was working upstairs. Had a feeling I should check if anyone was still here before I left and－” he nudges Hyunwoo’s shoulder with his own. “My feeling was right.”

Hyunwoo lets out a small chuckle, tilting his head back to stare up at the ceiling.

The company is deserted, Hoseok knows. It’s almost two a.m., if not later already, and he’s been here since nine in the evening working on new songs. He doesn’t know when Hyunwoo arrived, doesn’t know for how long he’s been practicing. That’s what they got in common, Hoseok thinks. He’s a perfectionist when it comes to his music and Hyunwoo is a perfectionist when it comes to his dancing. They’re the same in a lot of ways yet they couldn’t be more different.

Hoseok looks up and studies Hyunwoo’s face, his closed eyes, his parted lips, the furrow of his brows. 

“I worry about not being a good leader,” Hyunwoo whispers into the silence.

Hoseok swallows. The string around his chest tightens and squeezes. He wants to say so much, expose his heart, connect all the wired thoughts in his head and make them into something to show them to Hyunwoo, to say  _ I’ve always been the most vulnerable around you _ , wants to say  _ We’re all putting our trust and hearts into you _ , wants to say  _ Please please please. _

All Hoseok can do is stare at the wooden floor. It’s been polished recently, glinting hard under the bright lights. He stares, his eyes locating the corner where Changkyun tripped months ago, putting too much pressure on his bad leg again, and for reasons unknown to him, that moment is ingrained in his memory, playing on loop; Changkyun’s face twisting in pain and Kihyun being immediately by his side, Hyunwoo instructing him to take it easy, to ice his leg. He stares and all he can say is, “There’s a reason they’ve chosen you as the leader.”

And Hoseok knows. He’s been considered as the leader too, but in the end he had been too emotional, too insecure, too uncertain about most things. Hyunwoo isn’t like that. Hyunwoo has never shown his weak side to them before and while Hoseok  _ wants  _ him to open up－he’s secretly grateful because when Jooheon can’t fall asleep at the end of a long day, when Kihyun spends some mornings as if on auto-pilot, getting that blank look in his eyes that screams  _ is it really worth it,  _ when past memories of his depression sneak up again－they need their leader to be strong for them, they need his strength and warmth.

Hoseok does too.

“Instead of beating yourself up over your mistakes,” Hoseok starts, voice scratchy. “Focus on the things we’ve already accomplished in our two years.”

_ Ignore the things we should’ve accomplished, _ he says in his mind.  _ I need you to focus on the good things so I can do that too. _

He thinks that Hyunwoo, somehow, understands what he’s thinking. Hyunwoo cracks his eyes open and tilts his head slightly, grinning at Hoseok. “That’s one way to talk to your leader,” he says lowly and Hosek lets out a breathy laugh.

“C’mon,” he says, jumping up to his feet. He holds his hand out. “Let’s go home.”

Hyunwoo’s hand finds its place in his.

The company is deserted, it’s later than two a.m., but Hyunwoo’s hand is warm and if Hoseok squeezes a little tighter, Hyunwoo doesn’t mention it. It’s small, barely there, but Hoseok’s chest feels lighter than it has all evening and he knows it has something to do with the way Hyunwoo’s fingers interlaced with his feels like a reassurance of  _ I’m here. _

 

*

 

“Do you ever wonder if we would have met if we hadn’t been famous?”

Minhyuk looks up from his laptop screen, eyes narrowed in thought. “Or, y’know, if we hadn’t been trainees?”

Hyunwoo stares down at the magazine he’d been not quite reading, only thumbing through the pages.  _ Are You Happy?  _ the headline reads, practically screaming to get his attention with the bright yellow block letters and the smiling face beside it.

Automatically, Hyunwoo would say yes, he’s happy. He’s living his dream after all, the one he’d been chasing for so long. Other people would also reply with no hesitation. Maybe some people would stumble and flounder over the question, maybe realizing that having a job and a steady income does not mean with certainty that one is happy because coming home to a dark, empty house doesn’t exactly scream happiness.

“Probably not,” he replies to Minhyuk’s question. “I mean, we all come from different cities.”

They’re the only ones in the living room. It’s not that late yet, but Jooheon and Hoseok went to work at the company, and Hyungwon had been meaning to try out a new restaurant that opened, dragging the other two with him. The TV is on the background, some drama playing, but none of the two is paying attention.

“Wow, hyung,” Minhyuk says, pulling a face. “You don’t believe we would’ve met by chance?”

Hyunwoo’s mouth curls up into a small smile. “What chance?” he asks.

Minhyuk throws his hand up in frustration. “I don’t know! But I think it’s fate that brought us together.”

Hyunwoo finally tears his eyes away from the bright yellow letters making him question his initial response. _ Is _ he happy? “Fate?” he asks Minhyuk.

Minhyuk shrugs. “I think it’s fate that put us into Monsta X,” he says, eyes cast down. “It feels that way, at least. It feels like we’re doing something－something great.”

Hyunwoo agrees. He knows if did that out loud, though, Minhyuk would jump up and claim that  _ ha, hyung, it is fate, you agreed－ _

Minhyuk continues, “Everyone could have debuted.” His voice is quiet, soft. “In the end, it was us.”

Minhyuk without a smile on his face doesn’t look right, not to Hyunwoo. He knows Minhyuk has his off days, knows that Minhyuk sometimes crawls in his bed, needing comfort and hiding away from the world in Hyunwoo's arms, but Hyunwoo is relieved that these days have happened less and less. His morning only improves when Minhyuk sends him his bright smile, coupled with a  _ Morning, hyung! _

_ Are You Happy?  _ the headline read. Hyunwoo doesn’t know. Hyunwoo knows that their lives are hard and busy now after debut and it will only get busier. He knows that he misses his parents, wishing he could see them more often. He knows his personal dance practice every night is taking its toll on him but he also knows he regrets it a little bit when he skips it, choosing instead to watch a movie with the others. He knows he will never skip dinner with his members, though, would never miss it in the world, Hyungwon and Jooheon bickering over food, drinks spilling at least once every week, Changkyun helping Kihyun clean up, Minhyuk challenging Hoseok to a game of Uno after dinner, the latter never realizing that Minhyuk is just cheating at this point, while Hyungwon and Jooheon just giggle in the background.

Hyunwoo knows that he’s taken to calling them family,  _ his _ family, because that’s what they are. He knows that no matter what they endure, as long as they have each other, they’ll be alright. If that’s happiness, then so be it.

“Yeah,” he says and he doesn’t know what he’s answering to－the headline, or Minhyuk. In the end, it doesn’t matter. He looks up at Minhyuk and in his head he can already see the smile on his face forming, bright and happy, the bubbly laugh following. “I guess you can call it fate.”

 

*

 

“Lee Minhyuk!”

The shout echoes through the dorm but Kihyun, leaning with his elbows on the kitchen counter, eyes focused on the cookbook in front of him, doesn’t bat an eyelash. Shouts like these, followed by soft thumping of someone running across the dorm, are a regular occurrence in their daily lives.

Vaguely aware of someone coming into the kitchen a little while later, Kihyun only raises his gaze enough to catch a glimpse of red hair. “What was that about?” he asks, grabbing the note pad lying nearby, along with a pen. If he wants tonight’s dinner to be perfect, he needs to stock up on groceries. 

Minhyuk kicks the fridge shut with his hip, laughing. “Hoseokie hyung reminded me of our snap streak,” he answers, playing with the water bottle in his hands. “I almost forgot about it.”

“You?” Kihyun asks incredulously, stopping in his writing. “ _ You _ almost forgot about a snap streak?”

Minhyuk rolls his eyes and sticks his tongue out. “It happens.”

Kihyun repeats the action, grinning when Minhyuk laughs. “Not to you.”

Minhyuk sighs dramatically. “It can happen to anyone, even me, yes.”

Kihyun turns back to his grocery list. “Remember when I broke our snap streak and you renamed me in your phone to－”

“‘That guy that broke our snap streak’,” Minhyuk finishes, grinning brightly. “Oh, yeah.”

“That guy,” Kihyun repeats, shaking his head. “For how long again?”

“A week,” Minhyuk leans on the counter opposite him, staring down at the list. “You redeemed yourself by holding up our current streak. Don’t break it again.”

Kihyun grins. “I’m gonna have to be worried about  _ you _ breaking it now.” He looks up, ignoring Minhyuk’s indignant squeak. “Wanna go to the store with me?”

“Sure,” Minhyuk replies. He eyes the cookbook. “You don’t have to cook every night, y’know?”

“Who else will feed the kids?” Kihyun asks, shaking his head dramatically. Minhyuk laughs at that but his initial worry of Kihyun overworking himself by doing everything in the dorm is still there. 

“I can cook tomorrow,” he says lightly, shrugging. “I’ve been meaning to anyway.”

Kihyun looks at him, an eyebrow raised. “Really?”

“I  _ am _ a good cook!” Minhyuk protests.

Kihyun lets out a bright laugh. “That’s not what I mean but okay, fine.” He smiles. “Thanks.”

  
  
  


The next morning, Kihyun gets woken up by laughter and the sound of plates clinking against another. Still yawning, he shuffles out of the bedroom and reaches the kitchen where he stops dead in his tracks. His eyes widen.

“What－” he starts but a voice interrupts him.

“Hyung, sit,” Changkyun is grinning at him and Kihyun can’t do much except comply. He stares down at the table, set out with various breakfast dishes. The rest of the members are still eating, conversations slow, and Kihyun leans over to Changkyun.   


“Who cooked?” he asks.

Changkyun nods over his shoulder. “Minhyuk hyung.”

And true to his word, when Kihyun turns around, Minhyuk is grinning at him from the kitchen, wearing the apron that Jooheon and Changkyun got Hyunwoo as a gag gift, the one that reads  _ Kiss the cook! f _ ollowed by a print of a lipstick kiss.

Kihyun’s smile softens. He nods at Minhyuk and Minhyuk, in his typical fashion, throws his finger guns and a wink.

 

*

 

On nights when Kihyun can’t sleep, he drags himself out of the bed and into the living room, plopping down on the couch. He hopes sleep will come easier to him if he’s cuddled up underneath the blanket, with the TV on mute, but this night it’s not working.

He rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, and sighs. Sleepless nights are horrible, all of them experience them at least a few times every month but Kihyun has always been the person to sleep through the night. Except recently, when he’s woken up in the middle of the night, not being able to fall back asleep, and it’s been happening more and more lately.

He rubs his eyes, wills the sleepiness to come, but then there’s a shuffle across the room and he freezes. “Hyung?” a deep voice whispers, raw and sleepy.

Kihyun immediately relaxes and looks over the back of the couch to see Changkyun standing in the middle of the room, rubbing his eyes and squinting. The faint light of the TV illuminates him and Kihyun thinks that despite him wearing old basketball shorts and a hoodie, hair mussed and bleary-eyed, he’s still beautiful.

“Come here,” he whispers and Changkyun immediately complies, walking up beside the couch and taking a seat by Kihyun’s feet.

“Can’t sleep?” he asks.

Kihyun hums in reply, watching him. He doesn’t know what to say and if he did, he’d feel stupid spelling his request out loud. Changkyun had that effect on him, Changkyun could always render him speechless with just one smile.

Instead, he nudges Changkyun’s side and opens his arms, thankful for the darkness to hide the rising blush in his cheeks. Changkyun understands instantly, curling up beside him, and Kihyun throws the blanket over them both, maneuvering them so they’re comfortable. His hand is on Changkyun’s waist, their legs intertwined, and Changkyun’s face hidden in his neck. His breath is hot on Kihyun’s skin and he subconsciously tightens his hold on his waist.

“Sleep with me?” Kihyun asks and if Changkyun had been able to see his face, he would overdo it just for the fun of it, winking and blowing him an air kiss.

Changkyun huffs out a laugh. “We’ll fall off,” he mumbles.

“It’s worth it,” Kihyun replies. His finger find their way under Changkyun’s hoodie. “Why are you awake?”

He can feel Changkyun shrugging. “Just woke up, I guess, and you weren’t in your bed. You?”

“Same,” Kihyun murmurs, running his fingers up and down Changkyun’s bare skin. The younger boy shivers and huddles even closer to him.

It feels nice, like this. They rarely get moments together and when it’s just the two of them－Kihyun holds these moments close to his heart, wants time to stand still so he could relish in them for a while longer.

“Hey,” he says, his hand trailing up to cup Changkyun’s cheek. Changkyun looks up, blinking his eyes open. In one motion, Kihyun leans down and presses their lips together, soft and sweet, and he pulls back before Changkyun can fully comprehend what happened.

“Woah,” Changkyun whispers and Kihyun has to bite back a giggle at the response, despite them having shared more than just kisses in the past. But, Changkyun’s reaction as if every kiss is their very first one is still endearing to him. “What was that for?”

“Just felt like it,” Kihyun presses another kiss to the side of Changkyun’s mouth. “Try and sleep.”

“Well, you can’t leave me hanging with  _ that, _ ” Changkyun says. “You gotta make up for it.”

Kihyun smiles. He feels light-headed and free, like he could take the world by storm. “Oh yeah?”

Changkyun hums. He props himself up, face close to Kihyun’s. “I’ll show you,” he murmurs.

“Please do,” is all Kihyun can get out and Changkyun’s smile is the last thing he sees before their lips meet again.

 

*

 

“Hyung.” Changkyun’s voice is close to ear and Jooheon tilts his head slightly to the right, immediately locking gazes with the younger.

“Let’s go back,” Changkyun murmurs, dropping his forehead onto Jooheon's shoulder. “We’ve been working for hours.”

“What time is it?” Jooheon mumbles, glancing around the room for a clock until Changkyun presses the home button on his phone lying on the table. He has a few texts from Kihyun telling them not to overwork themselves and Jooheon curses at the time. 1:43 AM. They got to the company around six.

“Do you think Kihyun hyung will be waiting for us?” Changkyun mumbles, rubbing his eyes. “In the living room, in the dark…”

Jooheon pulls a face. “Hopefully not.”

Changkyun laughs and stretches his arms over his head. He stares contemplatively at his laptop screen before sighing and closing it, grabbing his bag next to him.

Jooheon watches him, an eyebrow raised. “So, I’m guessing we’re done for tonight,” he says, a grin curling around his lips.

Changkyun casts a frown on him. “Don’t tell me you want to keep working.”

Jooheon shrugs, fiddling with the pen he’s holding. “I’m still not satisfied with the ending and－” Apparently, it’s the wrong thing to say because Changkyun puts his hand on top of Jooheon’s and interlaces their fingers together.

A blush darkens Jooheon’s cheeks. He and Changkyun went through a lot together, before the younger opened up the other members and Jooheon doesn’t have a word for it, it may be faith, or destiny, or him just being completely sappy at this hour－but he feels like something connects them, him and Changkyun, there’s a bond between them that can’t be so easily broken. 

Jooheon smiles down at their fingers. “Okay,” he says, glances up to look at Changkyun. “Let’s go home.”

 

*

 

“Draw four,” Minhyuk says through a yawn, not bothering to cover his mouth. Hoseok stares down at his cards, then at the pile of the cards on the table, especially the top one. A frown forms on his face. “Where did you hide that?” he asks, almost pouting. “You’re cheating.”

Minhyuk laughs, subdued and tired. “I was saving it for this moment.”

Hoseok stares up at him. “You’re cheating.”

Hyungwon snickers from his spot on the couch, curled up under the blanket. Jooheon, next to him, looks up at that, too focused on his phone.

“What?” he asks.

Hyungwon nods in the direction of the kitchen and Jooheon watches as Minhyuk places another card on the growing pile. Hoseok’s mouth falls open, comically wide. “That’s impossible,” he says.

Minhyuk waves his remaining cards in the air. “It’s all real, baby.”

“You’re cheating!” Hoseok whines again.

Jooheon bites back a laugh and leans into Hyungwon’s space to which the other immediately opens his arm, letting Jooheon cuddle up underneath the blanket. “How long until Hoseok realizes that Minhyuk’s been sitting on cards this whole time?”

Hyungwon snorts, hiding his smile in Jooheon’s hair. “Never,” he replies. His fingers curl around Jooheon’s neck and he relaxes, a soft sigh leaving his mouth. “You’re tense,” Hyungwon mumbles, mostly to himself, and starts massaging his neck.

Jooheon lifts one shoulder up in a shrug. “Been busy,” he says.

“Too busy,” Hyungwon replies but it’s quiet and Jooheon doesn’t know if he was supposed to hear it. For now, he’s content to lean against Hyungwon and laugh when Hoseok keeps accusing Minhyuk of cheating.

  
  
  
  


Jooheon can’t sleep.

He doesn’t know what time it is, doesn’t want to turn on his phone, but he knows it’s late. It’s been hours since they’ve said good night and everyone fell asleep almost immediately, too drained from their busy day, another hectic schedule waiting for them as soon as they wake up.

But Jooheon has been staring at the top bunk for hours now, willing his brain to shut off, let him sleep, but to no avail. He turns on his side, kicks his blankets away, fluffs his pillow.

Rubbing his eyes, he lets out a soft groan, envying his members for sleeping peacefully, wishing that was him. He freezes when he hears some shuffling from the other side of the room and then someone’s climbing down the stairs of the bunk bed. Not a minute later, someone’s slipping into his bed beside him and Jooheon blinks in surprise before scooting back to make room. It’s not uncommon for them to share a bed. Most of the time, it’s Minhyuk who crawls into Hyunwoo’s bed, or Changkyun asking timidly, after a nightmare.

This time, it’s Hyungwon who settles in beside Jooheon, dragging his blanket with him, the one he never sleeps without, and covering both of them.

“Sleep,” he commands, voice drowsy. “You were keeping me awake.”

Jooheon knows, though－Hyungwon fell asleep earlier as soon as he got into his bed and his barely-open eyes, coupled with his bed head, tell Jooheon what he’s already suspecting. Hyungwon must have woken up from his constant moving around and, instead of going back to sleep, crawled into his bed, knowing that Jooheon sometimes sleeps better cuddled up to someone else.

“Thanks, hyung,” Jooheon whispers and Hyungwon only nods, eyes already closed, an arm around Jooheon’s waist, their legs interlaced.

It’s funny how life sometimes works. Things don’t always work out and Jooheon has no guarantee that they will always be like this, as Monsta X. He hopes so, though. He hopes for twenty more years with his members and he knows that whatever life throws at them, they’ll only grow stronger because that’s what they are, they refuse to let the world tear them down. And with his family by his side, even if life turns to shit－they’ll be fine, as long as they have each other.

It’s the little things, the little moments, that make Jooheon feel whole. And he’s sure he’s not alone in it. These moments can have various meanings. When Hoseok takes Hyunwoo to his studio, asking for his opinion on songs, it means  _ I trust you,  _ when Kihyun lets Minhyuk help in the kitchen, it means _ Thank you. _

When Jooheon runs a hand through Hyungwon’s hair and the other boy shifts closer to him, it means  _ I love you. _

**Author's Note:**

> i'm really sorry some are shorter than others :( inspiration ran out and sometimes i rely A Lot on dialogue
> 
> i still hope you enjoyed this, kudos and comments are appreciated! <3
> 
> my real ot3 is actually kihyun/jooheon/changkyun this is completely irrelevant but i have yet to see fics for them which is a shame really


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